Cult

Searching for help
Desperate for something new
Swimming slowly to the surface
Without a clue
Where am I going?
I keep asking myself, why am I tied to this sunken anchor.
Sunken
Maybe this is where I belong
You call it strange, I call it home
I keep hiding myself, it’s a mindset.
You don’t know me, you never will.
This is my ritual, my cult, my life, but you will never understand it.